Dying On Our Wedding Week He Saved Her Instead Novels & Stories

I scrambled to pick the paper up from the empty floor and tucked it away, the silence of the room mocking me as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the reality hitting me like a bucket of ice water. As I bent down, sharp dizziness hit me so suddenly that I had to grab the edge of the dresser. Black spots flickered across my vision for a few seconds before they finally faded. I stood there, trying to catch my breath, one hand pressed against my chest. Even after the dizziness passed, breathing still felt harder than it should have. “I’m dying,” I murmured. My lips trembled as the tears finally spilled over. The weight of it was unbearable. My husband was slipping away, and my life was ti

I said. My voice came out clear and steady, carrying to every corner of the room without effort. I had rehearsed this moment so many times that the words felt like breathing. Natural. Inevitable. "Not Rachel Zane," I continued. "Not a maid. Not a mentally unstable woman with a vendetta, which is the phrase Mr. Drake's legal team has been using across media platforms for the past twenty four hours." I paused. "My name is Sheila Drake. I am this man's first wife. And I was declared dead three years ago in a house fire that he set deliberately while I was inside."

It was falling, straight toward me. Before it could hit me, I was shoved hard to the ground. A body crashed into mine, knocking the air out of my lungs. We rolled across the floor, my wedding dress ripping and getting stained with dirt... and blood. My hands scraped the rough surface, and my entire body ached. When I finally looked up, the person who had saved me was none other than the man I was supposed to marry. His face was serious, hard, eyes sharp with focus and rage. “Everyone, take cover!” he shouted to the others.

But it was then that salvation appeared for her. That salvation was Ronnie, who, seeing his beloved awaken, was approaching her to speak to her. It was then that he noticed a rapidly approaching arrow and didn't want her to die. He threw himself with all his strength, and unfortunately, he managed to shield his beloved with his entire body. Upon receiving the arrow, he fell to the ground. Ruby became frightened and tried to help Ronnie, so he wouldn't die. But it was in vain, as he had taken the arrow directly to his heart. He couldn't say his last words or bid farewell. However, his will was strong enough to protect his beloved, who had him in her arms, crying over the loss of the man of he

Blood dyed Alina’s dress red, and she slumped down with her eyes wide open. Chaos erupted, and Randy disappeared. The reporters reported the incident while they faced their cameras. They said that healers had already arrived and brought Alina to the hospital on a stretcher. The Union Channel was busy that night. The reporters then went to the hospital to live stream Alina from Wildfire Pack’s location. When midnight struck, the reporters finally announced the healer’s verdict. They failed to rescue Alina, and she died. Nasha was the one who had killed her daughter.

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.

Three months had passed since my husband vanished while hiking in the fjords. Then I spotted him in a VIP room at a Manhattan strip club, one arm wrapped around my adopted sister's waist, looking like he didn't have a care in the world. "Thank God you came up with this idea. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be free of that control freak." His friends raised their glasses and cheered, asking how much longer he planned to play dead. Alex swirled his drink as he considered the question. "Next week. Once the guilt and panic drive her crazy, I'll show up and give her a nice surprise." I stood in the shadows, watching him enjoy his newfound freedom. Then I called a friend who worked at th

He had gushed over how much of a beautiful couple we were earlier so much that it had hurt my ears, and I had wanted to slap the stupid grin from his face. As Bella and I reach the end of the aisle, she hugs me. “Just five years and the deal is over. I’m so sorry you have to go through this, my love”, she whispers and presents me to Truce King whose hand is held out. I take the hand and we both stand in front of the marriage officiant.

Damien and Sarah exchanged rings. The officiant proclaimed, "Two rings bind them together for life. Let's give this happy couple our warmest applause!" All the guests had smiles on their faces as they clapped enthusiastically. Amidst the thunderous applause, Ethan slowly stood up. "Emily, I have to go now, or I'll miss your funeral." "Wait!" It was Damien who spoke.

she murmured, “if you die before I enjoy being your wife... I will resurrect you just to kill you again.” “Damn! That's romantic.” “You know what’s romantic? Not dying on our wedding night.” *** The convoy exploded less than a mile from the safehouse. I remembered the blast and the heat that came out of it. The sound of metal ripped apart like paper. I remembered Keller screaming my name, dragging me out of the wreckage. I remembered trying to stand with blood pouring down my leg and my head spinning. My heart was slowing like it didn’t want to beat anymore and I remembered one thought just one right before I passed out.